Characters: The Doctor and Rosette
Content: Rosette figures out how to work the journals and messages the Doctor.
Setting: PIMP
Time: Late evening/Night, during
this thread and
this threadWarnings: One itty-bitty swear on Rosette's part.
Rosette: Um...hello?
The Doctor: Oh! Hello!
Rosette: Is this the Doctor?
The Doctor: Uh, yes? Last I checked I was. What can I do for you?
Rosette: Oh. Okay. Good. I just figured out these journals, and I wasn't sure I had the right guy.
Rosette: Name's Rosette, by the way.
Rosette: Are you in the city?
The Doctor: ..... Uh, I see.
The Doctor: There isn't exactly anywhere else I'd be at the moment.
Rosette: I was just making sure...
Rosette: Do you even know where the heck this city is?
Rosette: I mean, I just got here this morning, and...
Rosette: ...I've got no idea.
The Doctor: I just arrived recently myself. I can't say I have any idea where or what this place is, yet.
The Doctor: So, Rosette, what can I do for you exactly that you would seek me out specifically?
Rosette: ...um.
Rosette: Actually, I just saw your name and thought it'd be better to talk to you than some of the other people around here.
Rosette: There's a guy around here who uses the name "weeatbodies", did you know that?
The Doctor: Is that so? An interesting choice for a user name. I do rather hope they just have a strange sense of humor, rather than the alternative.
Rosette: I don't know what to think anymore. This place is just weird.
Rosette: You sure you don't know where we are?
The Doctor: Nope! Not a clue!
Rosette: ...damn.
The Doctor: Sorry I can't be more of a help to you.
The Doctor: Oh, wait. Hold on a tick... Rosette... You wouldn't happen to be someone's "contractor" would you?
Rosette: ...what?
Rosette: How do you know about that?!
The Doctor: Well, what do you know... I'm in the company of a young man who is very concerned about you.
Rosette: Who-what- Chrno?
Rosette: Is Chrno there with you?!
The Doctor: He is indeed.
Rosette: You...you're serious?
Rosette: Because if you're playing with me, I swear to God I'll...
The Doctor: Whoa now! Honest, he's right here. Has pointy ears, long braid of hair and a red coat.
Rosette: Oh God. That...that really is him.
Rosette: Where are you?
The Doctor: Ah, I believe we are close to a gate called Niflheim.
Rosette: ...that's way the hell over on the other side of the city...
Rosette: Do you think the trains run at night?
The Doctor: Hard to say. You'd be best to go ask one of the townsfolk, or go check yourself.
Rosette: It says here they do.
Rosette: You said Niflheim, right?
The Doctor: Yup!
Rosette: I'll be there as soon as I can.
The Doctor: I'll let Chrno know.
Rosette: ...um.
Rosette: What should I look for?
The Doctor: Well, rather than come all the way here, why don't we meet you at the central station? I somehow suspect someone here won't be interested in sitting around here to wait.
Rosette: Yeah, you're right. I'll see you there, then!
Rosette: ...and thank you.
The Doctor: Ah, well, you're welcome. Glad to have been a help after all.